You swallow nervously at the all-too-familiar question. "T-ticklish?! Are you gonna tickle me?! No, please don't-I can't stand it!" You gasp, straining at the straps holding you, desperately hoping for a weakness in the material.
Your captors exchange evil grins. Rouge runs a single fingertip down your side, smirking at your squirmy reaction. "Aw, come on, it'll be fun. I'm sure we'll get you laughing in no time flat. " She nods at Sally, and then starts energetically scratching away at your underarms, while the princess goes for your ribs and sides. Mina and Amy both crouch down and take to playing with your feet, one dragging ten fingers down one lengthwise, while the other probes in between your toes.
"Ahahahahahah! Gaha-Stop it! Stop already! Ahahaha!" You laugh, balling your hands into fists from the excess energy and spasming uncontrollably, helpless to defend your sensetive spots.
"Awww, is the wittle bwunny a wittle bit ticklish? Heheh." Taunts Rouge, concentrating all her digits into a single spot in your helpless hollows, before shifting to dig her fingers into your belly, as Sally takes over rubbing your intercostal muscles. Amy, meanwhile, holds your foot steady with both paws and starts sucking on your largest toe, the only part of that leg that can so much as twitch. Mina raises an eyebrow at her fellow's method, heedlessly pulling your toes back and toying with the arch of her own captive foot, and your laughing reaches a new pitch. Amy looks up from her work briefly to smile bashfully at her. "It actually doesn't taste so bad, Meen, you should try it!" Mina sloly nods and dubiously begins licking at the sole of your paw, hesitantly, but soon with greater gusto.
Roaring with laughter, with both Rouge and Sally now skittering their fingers over your helpless belly, threatening to dip into your navel at any moment, you throw your head back and crush your eyes closed, silently begging for it to end. And fatefully...